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Stane may be dead, but Tony was only now going to find out how far his betrayal went with the help of Pepper and Rhodey , he was going through the mans entire life when Rhodey gasped at a pile of documents, his face pale and the man swallowed looking over to Tony.
“God damn it , what did you find now?” tony asking drinking a large swig of whiskey.
Pepper looked over at the man to waiting for him to spit it out.
He opened his mouth but was at a loss for words, only one fell from his lips. “Daughter.”
“Obie had a fucking kid?” Tony questioned.
The man shook his head and downed the rest of his own drink. “You have a daughter, at least according to this paper work, looks like he paid off the woman to go away.”
Tony just starred at his friend, slack jawed his hand gripping his tumbler white knuckled.
Pepper stood grabbing the papers from the other man, flipping through the documents herself.
“Pep'?” Tony questioned hopping with everything that was in him that Rhodey was wrong, that he had missed something, that he didn't have a kid out there that he never go the chance to see grow up. Most people who saw Tony only saw him as a playboy, he was one but he wanted a kid, wanted to be a better parent then his father if he had a kid that’s why he always wrapped his shit. If he had a kid and she was kept from him, it ment he was no better then his father, she grew up without him, an absentee father just like his own.
“Tony, if these are correct then Rhodey is right, you have a daughter, a 16 year old one.” Pepper said gently, watching her, boss and lover.
The glass flew from Tony's hand smashing in to the wall on the other side of the room, he slightly regretted throwing the liquor, because a drink would help more then smashing shit. As if reading his thoughts a new half filled glass was held out to him, thank fuck for Rhoney.
He grabbed the glass and downed half the liquid in go, relishing the burn before speaking. “Name, what is her name?” His voice was more of a whisper then he intended it to be.
“Darcy Lewis, her mother is Audrey Lewis, do you remember her?” Pepper asked not unkindly but very aware of Tony's past drunken escapades.
“Darcy Lewis.” He muttered to himself, Lewis, she shouldn't be a Lewis, she should be a fucking Stark.
“I don't remember her mother, you know how I was.” He finished off his glass, standing and walking over to the bar pouring another double.
“Jarvis run the names Darcy and Aubrey Lewis, find everything you can.” Jarvis would find everything after all Tony had made sure the AI had access to more then it should.
“Of course, Sir.” Jarvis replied, running the search before the AI even replied
“How much? How much did he have to pay her to keep my child from me?” He asked.
Pepper and Rhodey shared a look, the figure on the paper was nothing to a Stark, if she had just come to Tony the woman and her child would have been set for life.
“A Hundred thousand.” Rhodey told his friend; he hated Stane, he already caused so much damage and now even more in death. The girl, Darcy Lewis was a Stark and should have been raised with her father in her life not basically sold for a fucking hundred grand.
Tony hand clenched around his glass, he was surprised it didn't break under the pressure.
“Tony?” Pepper look at him, as he stared blankly at the wall.
“Hundred grand.” He scoffed, he had spent that much in a night of partying. “All my kid was worth.”
“Sir, I have the information you requested.” Jarvis voice filled the room.
“Don't keep us in suspense.” Pepper snipped at the AI.
“My apologizes, Miss Potts. Audrey Lewis, born in New York city on January 27th1970, she worked as a waitress in a Manhattan, a bar that was called Platinum, she gave birth to Darcy Marie Lewis on June 13th 1993, she died of an overdose on April 5th 1999. Darcy Lewis born June 13th 1993 in New York City, when her mother passed Darcy Lewis was put in to foster care, where she remained until age 16 when she was emancipated, Miss Lewis's foster care history is troubling to say the least, it is filled with medical records and documentation on the abuse she suffered at several different foster homes, she is currently attending Culver University, on a full scholarship."
Tony had no words, his daughter grew up in foster care, had been hurt, abused more then once, he didn't have the words to express the rage that he was feeling, he wanted to kill everyone responsible for his daughter's life not being what it should have been. She should have been raised as a Stark and she never would have had the life that Jarvis painted.
“Were going to Virginia!” He finally spoke softly but firmly.
Tbc………